Lia
After I was awake, I noticed that everyone kept staring at me and when I say they were staring at me they were truly staring at me like I was the strangest thing in the world.
They had every reason to stare at me like this.
I was a ticking time bomb. How could I go on and live with this power swirling around inside me?
My hands were still trembling. No matter how many deep breaths I took, I couldn’t shake the warmth humming under my skin—like the power was still there, waiting.
When I had called onto that power, it was amazing. I felt like I could do anything and released it towards the dragon. My attention was not to kill it but to subdue it.
Or maybe if I killed it rather than get rid of it from this very plane of existence everything would’ve been okay.
The dragon was literal
